My British Empire

If a canoe big enough to accommodate several people is a small grape, then a huge sailboat is a big watermelon.

Just relying on its huge size, it can still crush the densely packed water army composed of canoes without sending out any troops.

Of course, it’s no wonder that the Songhai Empire was so hard-pressed. Since the Mali Empire was replaced by Songhai, the Niger River, the mother river that irrigates the entire West Africa, and the golden waterway in West Africa, have also become the possession of the Songhai Empire. .

Being able to own more than 2,000 canoes is already the empire's emphasis on this commercial river.

Of course, the reason why it is a canoe is caused by environmental factors. In the arid West Africa, there are no conditions for the navy to compete.

How can there be progress without competition?

However, the army, because of the tribal fights, is extremely sturdy, cuirassiers, archers, infantry with long legs and strong legs, and the camel cavalry unique to Africa. These are what the British need to face.

The river channel manager stood in one of the largest canoes in the middle of the water army, with his thick neck raised, black and white eyes staring at the tall ships in front of him, dumbfounded.

Under the sunlight, the black skin glowed with a dazzling luster, but at this moment, a trace of white could be vaguely seen on the face.

"Allah above, this is simply a product of heaven, not from the world!"

At this time, he felt that compared with the big boat in front of him, the boat he was on was just ants that kept encountering elephants, and he could easily be trampled to death without any harm.

The Chief Manager wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, then shook his head and looked around.

The generals around him all had expressions as if they had seen ghosts, fear, surprise, and deep panic.

But the Chief Manager couldn't retreat. At this time, he was assigned a task by the emperor. If he escaped without a fight in a grand manner, then he is really doomed.

"Generals, the enemy in front of you looks extremely powerful, but this is the Niger River, which is under the protection of Anla, and all heretics will be defeated. All, go forward—"

Standing up, trying to make himself appear taller, His Majesty the Manager looked into a pair of frightened and timid eyes, he took a breath, and shouted loudly with the strength in his chest.

"Kill—" "Kill—"

The tactful generals in the officialdom only yelled twice politely at this time. Their voices looked shocking and powerful, boosting morale, but their body movements were still, and they all widened their eyes, watching Your Excellency the Steward in the central position.

On the other hand, the soldiers with relatively simple minds did not have so many flower intestines. Their dark, slender and strong arms turned rapidly like wheels, and only shadows and outlines could be seen.

Elvis Knight and Seeker Wilson, who lived high on the ship, held binoculars and looked at the canoe that was the size of an ant. The smiles on their faces became brighter and brighter.

"Look! This is the difference between civilization and barbarism. When we used giant ships, these black-skinned barbarians can only ride in a canoe that only holds a few people, and will be crushed by our giant ships Press!"

Elvis Knight raised his lips slightly, and said softly with a smug tone.

"Yes, General, this is the power of civilization!" Wilson touched the green agate in his hand, with a confused look on his face.

"The whole of Africa will be our hunting ground in the future, waiting for us to hunt and kill at any time, and we can't escape! Especially these black people, it is a waste of this natural treasure house, what a waste!"

It made Wilson ache to think of this fertile land, full of gold and precious stones, and vast expanse of giant trees, what a waste.

Only we civilized people are qualified to occupy such a fertile land, you savages are not worthy.

The gold in the pocket stung Wilson's greedy heart, and his hatred for the group of strong blacks in front of him deepened.

"The group of ants in front of me will be a glorious moment in my merit book!"

Knight Elvis squinted his eyes, thinking flatteredly:

The brave Elvis knight, leading the army of civilized people, wiped out a group of barbaric, scarred, horribly tattooed, and strangely dressed Songhai Empire with an overwhelming advantage.

After adding several adjectives in a row, the smile on Elvis Knight's face brightened.

A huge empire, under his attack, used a militia of only 3,000 people, and it collapsed.

The feat of destroying the country, this credit made Elvis Knight tremble uncontrollably.

From then on, the title of "Empire Destroyer" will be hung on him, and his name will be known throughout Europe.

The wooden boats, like black ants, moved quickly, as if they wanted to climb the ship.

"Fire—" Waking up from the fantasy, Knight Elvis stared wide-eyed, looked at the canoe the size of an ant, and gave orders loudly.

"Boom--" "Boom--"

On the twelve ships, each ship had three or four cannons, and dozens of small smoothbore guns began to emit white smoke and a choking sulfur smell. Due to the recoil, more than a dozen ships retreated in unison. , Layers of ripples suddenly appeared on the river surface.

As a result, fist-sized iron bullets shot out from the rough barrel, cut through the air, glowed red, and flew towards the water army composed of canoes in a parabolic manner, like a goddess.

Click——

A three-meter-long canoe was instantly divided into two sections under the attack of a shell. Several strong black men in the canoe were also severely injured by the hot iron ball, missing arms and legs. Flowing bright red blood, fell into the Niger River, fell and couldn't get up.

From the point of view of Elvis Knight, dozens of shells smashed the black lacquered ant colony at once, and the originally neat phalanx was scurrying around like headless chickens. , revealing the white river surface.

A round of shells smashed into the river surface, causing layers of big waves. The wooden boat that had not been hit before also capsized, and Hei Qiuqiu's figure fell into the water, slippery like loaches.

Unfortunately, the Niger River is extremely deep, otherwise how could it have been flowing for a long time in the arid West Africa.

The black loach in the waves was full of vitality at the beginning, but as time passed, no one boarded the canoe again, so they could only feed the fish.

And these people belong to many parts.

And the river master? While the other wooden boats were paddling in large numbers and advancing forward, he and the other generals retreated quickly, leaving the range of artillery fire.

The rest of the British soldiers watching on the shore cheered and celebrated.

So far, the "huge" naval army of the Songhai Empire has been wiped out.

Gao City, the capital of the empire, was officially exposed to the fortune-seeking fleet.